Chapter 837 The Price
Although life was becoming increasingly difficult, Dali never thought of going back to those days when he was looting everywhere, which was considered a popular and popular life for the time being.
Because even though more than ten years have passed, he still thinks back to that nightmare from time to time when he meditates alone.
A god of death who traveled with a sword, faced the siege of hundreds of them, not only did he not try to escape, but instead took the initiative to attack, using the speed advantage of the sword to kill everywhere, no one was his enemy wherever he went.
They were a group of extremely poor yin and yang thieves who couldn't even run away and were running around like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
There was blood and crying everywhere, and broken limbs were scattered on the ground.
If the God of Killing hadn't gone completely red-eyed and exhausted all his mana in the pursuit, the few people who were lucky enough to survive would not have had any chance to complete the counter-attack.
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"It's still a little easier than when I was working as a coolie."
"But we paid the price of twenty years of life just for this?" Dali was a little unwilling.
They are both in their early forties this year. Counting the lost twenty years, in this era when people are only seventy years old, they only have about ten years left to live.
In terms of cultivation, due to the poor qualifications of the pseudo-spiritual roots, they had to practice hard for twenty years before reaching the sixth level of Qi refining.
Moreover, the combat power of this sixth level of Qi refining is comparable to that of the fourth level of Qi refining of other techniques.
Still at the bottom of the bottom in the world of cultivation.
"Be content, Ali. If we hadn't practiced the Yin Yang and Five Elements Jue, we might not be alive today."
Ten years ago, they found out that the small town where the two of them worked as coolies had been robbed by several groups of robbers and turned into a wasteland, leaving only some ruins.
It is said that the townspeople who stayed in the area were either dead or alive and sold as slaves.
Not to mention dock workers like them, even if they didn't die in the war.
Years of being overloaded with shoulder and arm lifting, the food is still poor, and as I get older I get a lot of ailments, and then my physical strength declines and I can’t take on any work. If I can’t take the work, I eat even worse. In a vicious circle, there are not many peers. Those who lived past forty almost always died tragically due to poverty and illness.
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"Even you fake monks are making things difficult for us real monks with spiritual roots!" Colleagues working together complained without hesitation.
His name is Jian Li, he comes from a small Qi refining family, and he has good or bad three spiritual root qualifications.
As a result, when he was thirteen years old, the family formation was breached by a group of yin and yang thieves, and the whole family was wiped out. Only he, who happened to be playing outside at the time, escaped.
Forced to become a casual cultivator, he had to start living alone and work in the city to make a living.
With such an experience, Jian Li naturally did not have a good impression of the pseudo-monks and often had quarrels with the two of them.
Not to mention that with the influx of a large number of pseudo-monks, wages in Yuanchenfang City have fallen instead of rising, forcing him to accept lower and lower wages.
"We just want to survive! Why can we cultivate immortality only if we have spiritual roots?!" Dali, who was full of resentment at first, directly fought back.
He was usually honest and dull and did not want to cause trouble. When faced with Jian Li's cynicism, he usually pretended not to hear it.
Jian Li, who was on the sixth level of Qi Refining, could still hold down the two "pseudo monks" on the sixth level of Qi Refining during a real fight.
"If you don't have spiritual roots, you should accept your fate. If you mix in some cultivation, it's making everyone's life difficult now.
The spiritual roots you got by luck are so rubbish. Look at you, you can’t beat them. You have been cultivating all your life, and your cultivation level is only as good as mine. What’s the point of your life besides eating expensive spiritual stones? "
Jian Li's words also represent the aspirations of countless "true" Qi refining monks.
Pseudo monks rashly broke into the world of real monks and seriously affected their lives.
"you……!"
"Forget it Dali, why are you angry with a kid?" Aqiang on the side was afraid that Dali would get dizzy and do something. The two of them together might not be able to beat Jian Li.
"Pseudo monks, these wastes with fake spiritual roots, should not appear in this world at all!" Speaking of pseudo monks, Jian Li recalled the scene where her whole family was slaughtered, and couldn't help but feel angry.
"Don't stop me, I'm going to teach this brat a lesson today!"
Dali took out a diamond talisman from his sleeve and slapped it on the back of his heart.
A shimmering golden shield instantly covered Dali's whole body.
He picked up a golden fist that was half the size of a human head and hit Jian Li fiercely.
"Trash is trash."
Jian Li, who was cursing, immediately blessed himself with a light body technique and landed ten meters away. Then two fireballs flew out from his left and right hands respectively, and went straight into Dali and Aqiang's lower body.
"You're so young, you're really vicious." This time, even the good-tempered Aqiang couldn't bear it any longer. He just had time to take out a diamond talisman as quickly as possible and slapped himself heavily.
Almost the moment the talisman took effect, the fireball struck in front of the two of them.
The heat wave and the shock wave caused by the collision easily swept over the surrounding shelves, activating the store's own protective formation.
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"Tell me, what's going on?" The shop owner who came back after getting the news asked, looking at the messy scene.
"He did it first!"
"Obviously it was you who scolded me first!"
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Dali, who had suffered a small loss in the previous confrontation and still had blood on his lips, started arguing with A Niu and Jian Li, who was just a little dusty.
"Noisy." The shop owner showed off his foundation-building skills, which made the three of them almost breathless, and stopped the endless quarrel.
"I don't care who of you is right or wrong. The total loss in the store this time is ninety souls. Each of you can compensate me forty souls. If you don't have cash, you can deduct it from your salary. Half of your salary will be deducted every month."
"Why is it forty spirits?! Isn't it thirty spirits?" Jian Li asked subconsciously.
"Because I am a Foundation Establishment monk." The shop owner once again released the pressure of a Foundation Establishment monk, causing Jian Li to bow his head again.
"Do you understand?" The owner of the foundation building shop turned his attention to the other two people.
"Understood...understood." Although their hearts were full of dissatisfaction, the three of them finally answered reluctantly in unison.
After all, this is a world of the weak and the strong.
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"It's really a headache. Another pseudo-monk who built a foundation has come here to open a shop in Yuanchenfang City to grab business. This business is getting more and more difficult." After handling other matters, the shop owner who was about to leave suddenly received a message. The letter, and the content in the letter made him even more confused.
The rent in Yuanchenfang City is not expensive, and he could still afford to open this store.
As a result, since two years ago, a series of fake foundation-building monks appeared one after another and started similar businesses in the market. They also engaged in price wars for promotion, forcing him to continuously reduce profits and sell goods at low prices.
Otherwise, in one month, you may not be able to earn even the market rent and employee wages.
Nowadays, a bunch of similar stores are crowded in Yuanchenfang City, which is not too big, so crowded that everyone can barely make ends meet.